The Horn Takers

TWO: HAJRACK

11:11AM : OCTOBER 16, 1816 : TRYNDROK : HUNRD MARKET
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"life was a right, not a privilege."
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The streets of the Hunrd Market were crowded with people and dragons. Bags of groceries, jewelry, or weapons in their hands. In between a family of four and a few children, Jaella walked toward a wooden market stand displaying fresh fruits.

"Hello!" The woman running the stand greeted Jaella as she approached. She waved and begun looking through the fruits. She grabbed a bag from a hook on the side of the stand and threw in some apples and pears.

"I'll take these, please." She handed the bag to the woman. The woman emptied the bag and begun counting the produce.

"Jaella!"

Jaella swung around at the sound of someone yelling her name. She recognized the voice but couldn't spot them in the crowd. After a bit of searching, she finally saw her brown-haired friend running toward her with a backpack overfilling with food and a leash in his hand connected to a dogs collar.

"Hi, Corbyn. Hi, Spot!" She said ruffling up Spot's fur as he wagged his tail.

"Well, still short as always I see." Corbyn joked as he patted her head. Jaella crossed her arms and stood up taller.

"Hey! I'm not short, you're just tall." She argued. He laughed and smiled at her.

Jaella payed for her produce and walked alongside her friend through the market. They talked about family and joked about events in their lives. One thing that always came up in their conversations was dragons.

Dragons were of huge importance to Jaella, possibly more important than life itself. She had even saved up enough money to buy herself the full series of the official dragon books. She had a notebook where she would draw them and observe their behaviors. Out of all the dragons, her personal favorites were the ones that belonged to the air class. She loved the way they carelessly and easily glided through the air and how beautiful and angelic they always looked doing it.

"Wait, what's your favorite dragon again?" A voice broke through Jaellas thoughts.

"Oh, that's easy. It's either a darner or a windrazor." Jaella replied confidently.

"Ha I knew that, well do you remember mine?" Corbyn asked.

Jaella plunged into deep thought. Corbyn had always liked Sea Class dragons. He had once mentioned how he liked the Fernas fuzzy feathers and how the Uni was so graceful in the water. After some debating, she came to a conclusion.

"The ferna?" She asked. Corbyn nodded excitedly, smiling. "Ha, I kne-"

She was cut off as she crashed into someone. She attempted to back away and say sorry, but before she could, she felt hands on her and the side of her face hit the jagged pavement painfully. She forced herself up into a sitting position, despite the sharp pain on her cheek and side. She brought her hand to her cheek and felt some liquid, bringing her hand back in front of her, she saw red.

When she looked up to confront whoever had pushed her, there were 4 boys surrounding her, looking down at her. They all wore dark dragon capture uniforms with dark green capes and dragon badges. On their backs, they carried axes and arrows, while on their waists, they carried their bows. Suddenly all her confidence had vanished into thin air.